“I understand. No worries. Let’s go.”
In a gruff voice, Chas said to Margaret, “You can leave. I’m taking her back.”
Margaret and Addie’s mouths dropped open. “What? We never discussed it,” Addie said.
“Nothing to discuss.” His inky eyes scanned both women’s faces.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll see you Monday morning at work,” Margaret said.
Nodding, Addie waved absentmindedly while she held Chas’s gaze.
“So, your name’s Addie.” He studied her for a few seconds. “It suits you.”
“Didn’t you come up here on your motorcycle?”
“Yeah.”
“How are you supposed to take me home?” With wide eyes, she picked at some caked-on dirt on the pumpkin.
“On my Harley.”
“What about Jack and my pumpkin?”
“I’ll strap you all on.”
“You’ll what? Oh, no, not a chance in Hell. What a mess.” She cocked her head then shook it.
Chas burst out laughing. “The look on your face is classic.” Simmering down, he explained, “My parents will take Jack and the pumpkins back to Pinewood. You’ll be on the back of my bike.”
“I’m glad I’m able to amuse you,” she said, sighing with exaggeration. “Did it ever occur to you to ask me if I wanted to ride back with you?”
“No.”
Shaking her head, Addie laughed. “You’re something, you know that?”
“Yeah, I do, Addie, and if you let me, I can give you something real good.” Chas drew himself closer to her.
Before she could respond, Jack flung himself at his dad’s knees, trying to catch his breath, cherry-red stains around his mouth. “Dad.” A big gulp of air. “We gotta go on the—” Another big gulp of air. “Hayride.”
Chuckling, Chas rubbed the top of his son’s head. “We do? What have you been eatin’?”
“Cherry snow cone. We gotta go now, ’cause it’s ready to leave. Come on. You, too, Ms. O’Leary.” Jack tugged at his dad’s hand, grunting as he tried to pull him up.
Standing up, Chas offered Addie his hand. “Let’s go before the kid bursts a fuckin’ blood vessel.”
Addie giggled. “What about my pumpkin?”
“Blade!” Chas shouted.
A blond, brown-eyed man in his early twenties came over. The back of his jacket read Prospect. “What’s up?”
Pointing his thumb at the pumpkins on the table, Chas ordered, “Babysit these fuckin’ things ’til I get back.”
With raised eyebrows, Blade said, “Okay.”
Jack led the trio to a large, open horse-drawn wagon. The bed had straw strewn on the floor and compacted hay bales around the perimeter. Jack climbed up the short ladder and dashed to the back of the wagon. Chas stood next to it, hesitating. “I don’t know ’bout this. It isn’t really my style, you know?” There was no way Chas wanted to sit like a fucking tool in a horse-drawn wagon. “Why don’t you and Ms. O’Leary go?”
Jack’s face went slack and he lowered his head. “But I want you to go with me.”
His son’s forlorn look stabbed him straight in the heart. Fuck! In one movement, he was on the wagon, extending his hand to help Addie in.
“Hey, where’s your corn cob?” Jax yelled out, his chest heaving from laughter.
Chas surveyed the crowd and saw Jax, Axe, and Jerry walking toward the wagon. It’s bad enough I have to sit on hay in this lame wagon, and now I have to put up with these assholes?
“Sure you got enough hay there?” Axe asked with mirth in his eyes.
“Let me get you a checked shirt. Your leather clashes with the straw,” Jerry said.
Chas glowered at them. “You remember today, ’cause when you get some kids, your asses will be doin’ the same thing. And if you have a daughter, you’ll be doing fuckin’ tea parties.”
“Come on, Dad, let’s sit back here.”
Chas grudgingly allowed Jack to lead him to the back of the wagon before he plopped down on the hay bale. Addie sat next to him. As more people filled the wagon, the spaces closed in and everyone had to crunch and squeeze closer together. As several people sat down next to Addie, she scooted over and pressed herself next to Chas.
This ride is turning out to be way better than I thought it would.
Lifting his arm, he wrapped it around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him.
Fuck yeah, hayrides rock!
Her scent tantalized him and her soft, cuddly body tucked in to him earned him a hard-on. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her smile as she moved closer to him.
Fuck, I’ve got a boner on the back of a fuckin’ wagon while I’m sitting on straw. Just lame. I gotta get in Addie’s pussy. I love holding her, and she smells so good.
“Dad, isn’t this fun?” Jack said in a loud voice as he bounced from foot to foot.
Addie’s sweet body crushed against mine? Fuck yeah, it’s fun.
Holding his son’s hand, Chas tugged Jack toward him. “Yeah, it’s cool. You gotta sit down so you don’t get hurt.” He tucked his son close to his other side. Jack looked up at him, his face beaming. Chas smiled and messed up Jack’s hair with his hand.
The sun sparkled and fluffy clouds passed over the jagged mountains as the horse-drawn wagon made its way around the picturesque Aspen Grove Loop Road. The burnt-oranges and shimmering yellows cast a rich hue on the valley. Migrating geese honked as they flew overhead, and rustling leaves shivered in the cool wind. The smoky haze from the vendors’ barbecue ribs mingled with the spices from the chili cook-off, while the sweet tartness of apples permeated the valley.
As the horses trotted along the road, Chas felt Addie’s body relax, leaning further into him. When the wagon hit a slight bump on the road, she casually placed her hand on his thigh and left it there as the wagon ambled onward. Something about her hand on his thigh excited the fuck out of him, and he had no idea why. Over the years, he’d had a slew of sluts strip in front of him, come over to him naked, grab his cock, press into him, yet he’d never experienced the same surge of pure excitement as he did with Addie’s hand on his thigh.
Damn, I’m turned on.
As the hayride finished its last stretch, Jack asked his dad, “Can I get some rock candy? There’s this booth that sells it in all different colors and tastes. Do you like rock candy, Ms. O’Leary?”
“I do. I haven’t had it since I was a kid, but my parents used to buy it for me when we went to carnivals and fairs.”
“Maybe my dad will buy some for you, too.” Jack shifted his attention back to his dad. “Will you buy some for me and Ms. O’Leary? Please, Dad…”
Smiling, Chas said, “Sure, why not?”
“I’m gonna get watermelon. What’re you gonna get?” Jack asked Addie.
Eyes twinkling, she replied, “I’m not sure. Do they have root beer?”
“Yep, they do. I forgot about root beer.” Jack put his head in his hands. “Dad, can I have watermelon and root beer?”
Teasing, Chas frowned at his son. “I don’t know. How much are they? Not sure I can afford to get you watermelon and root beer.”
Addie suppressed a laugh and poked Chas in the ribs. Her touch ignited a heat inside him.
“I don’t think they’re that expensive. Maybe Gramma and Grandpa can give you some money.”
“Maybe…”
“I’ll ask them for you, Dad. I know they’ll give it to me, ’cause I’m special and the only grandson they have.”
At that, both Chas and Addie burst out laughing.
The wagon stopped and the trio jumped off. Jax slapped Chas on the back and, pointing at the wagon, said, “So, you gonna trade your Harley in for one of these?”
“Nah, but it was one of the best fuckin’ hours of my life.” Addie tilted her head to the side, and Chas winked at her. “Guess I gotta get you some rock candy.”
She took his outstretched hand, and Chas—nodding his chin at Jax, who stood with op
As Addie licked her candy on a stick, she said, “So, Jack is going home with his grandparents?”
“Yeah. He was supposed to go home with his mom, but it didn’t work out, you know?” Chas had spotted Brianna earlier in the day with her body wrapped around Steel’s, his tongue down her throat and his hands on her ass.
“And they’ll take my pumpkin, too?”
Shaking his head, a smile around his lips, he said, “You’re obsessed with the fuckin’ pumpkin.”
She playfully swatted his arm. “No, I’m not.” Taking in his dubious look, she snickered. “Okay, yes, I am, but I love Halloween. October is my favorite month. Love the harvest moon and all that, you know?”
“So, you go crazy for one month out of the year? Good to know. I gotta act fast so we can do some crazy things together, precious.” He tugged her toward him.
Addie stiffened. “No, please, not here. Too many people are here, watching. Please.”
Letting her go, he said, “Not that crazy, huh?” After she shook her head, he added, “Yet.”
Chas’s mother, an attractive woman in her early fifties, came up to her son. “Where’s Jack? Your father and I are ready to leave.”
“I’ll round him up. Mom, this is Addie. She’s the one helping Jack with his reading after school.”
As his mom and Addie chatted, Chas found Jack and went to the picnic table to retrieve both Jack’s and Addie’s pumpkins. When he saw Blade sitting on the bench, legs wide, watching over the pumpkins, he guffawed at the scene.
“Babysitting over.”
Blade jumped up. “I made sure no one came near them.”
“Good job, Prospect. Go on now and see if the others need something.” Chas was glad his prospecting days were over so he didn’t have to do stupid shit like oversee a couple of fucking pumpkins.
When he met back up with his mom and Addie, he sauntered over to his dad’s car and placed the two monstrosities in the back seat, along with Jack. Ruffling his son’s hair, Chas said, “Be good for Grandma and Grandpa. I’ll be by later to pick you up, okay?”
Jack yawned. “Okay, Dad. See you later.”
When his parents’ car drove away, Chas turned to Addie and asked, “When do you want to take off?”
“If you’re good, I’m ready to go home.”
“Let’s do it. Have you ever ridden on a bike before?”
“Many times.”
“Didn’t take you for a biker chick.”
“I don’t think riding on the back of my h—relative’s bike hardly makes me a biker chick.”
“I guess I’m gonna have to change that, precious.”
* * *
The ride back to Pinewood was too fast for Chas’s liking. Having Addie on the back of his bike, her tits pinned against him, her arms circled around him, was fucking good. Spending time with her at the rally was so damn comfortable. Jack was crazy for her, and Chas was catching up to his son. All he could do was think of her and about how he could spend more time with her. It blew his fucking mind.
After he helped Addie off the Harley, he drew her toward him, snaking his arms around her. “You’re shaking.”
“It’s damn cold out,” Addie said through chattering teeth.
“I’ll warm you up, baby.” Chas rubbed his cheek against her soft hair.
For several minutes, they stood holding each other, both comfortable in the silence between them.
“You gonna invite me up?” Chas whispered against her hair.
Pulling away, Addie pulled down on her sweater and stepped back. “I’m pretty beat. I don’t think tonight’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because things may get out of control.”
His eyes lingered on her mouth. “Precious, that’s what I’m counting on.”
With a hint of a smile, she said, “And that’s what I’m afraid of.”
Chas took a step toward her. “No reason to be afraid. I’m not gonna hurt you. Fuck, I’d never hurt you.”
Staving him off with outstretched arms, she shook her head. “I’ll see you on Tuesday when you bring Jack to the library.”
Clenching his jaw, Chas nodded. Addie turned to leave then spun around and gave him a quick peck on his cheek and began to walk away. Chas gripped her hand and yanked her back to him, his hot gaze locking on her. Addie licked her lips as she stood still in his arms while he touched loose strands of hair around her face and brushed them across her soft skin, tucking them behind her ears. Addie breathed in, which shoved her heavy tits against Chas’s chest. He tilted her chin up and crushed his mouth on hers; her lips, soft and pliable, yielded to his. The feel of her warm lips on his sent an adrenaline rush through his body.
Drawing her closer, she threw her arms around his neck, and as he dug his fingers in her hair, his arm skimmed over hers, and goose bumps peppered her skin. As he claimed her mouth, he sucked her lips while he slid his tongue in between them. Inside, she tasted of sassafras and ginger. He pushed in deeper and when her tongue, hesitant at first, circled around his, the pleasure went straight to his cock.
As their tongues danced together, he tilted his head further to the side and caught the heady smell of wind and burnt wood in her hair. Fuckin’ amazing.
While he sucked her tongue, Chas jerked her head back by her hair to give him deeper access to her wickedly delicious mouth. He ran his other hand down her back, over her hips, and down to her ass, cupping one of her sweet cheeks. Arching her back, she leaned further in to him, his stiff bulge smashing against her. Gyrating slightly, Chas squeezed his cock against her to relieve some of the building pressure. The small, erotic moan that escaped from her drove him insane.
The lights from the windows of her apartment building and the neighboring ones filtered out in the darkness, creating stripes on the lawn and pavement. The glow bathed the young couple as they clung to each other, their lips fused together.
A car backfiring startled them, and Chas, always ready for danger, pushed back, one hand releasing Addie as he reached for his gun. When he saw the neighbor’s car sputtering down the street, he laughed. Under the streetlight, Chas saw that her skin was flushed pink and she panted through her mouth. He smiled at her, and when she offered one in return, it was like the spark between them blew into a million pieces.
Pulling away from Chas, Addie appeared to become aware of her surroundings. “Um… I have to go,” she mumbled, stepping back to create space between them.
“Where’re you going? Come over here.” He felt the emptiness right away. He liked the way she felt in his arms.
“I don’t think we should’ve done that,” she said breathlessly.
“Why not? We’re both adults, and we both wanted it.”
“But I’m Jack’s instructor. I don’t think people would understand.”
“What people, and why would you think I give a damn about it? I don’t live by citizens’ rules. Now, come over here and give me your sweet mouth again.”
“No. I do care. I can’t risk getting fired over this.”
“No one’s gonna fire you ’cause we’re kissing. Lighten up, babe.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her toward him.
Addie broke free of his grasp. “I think we’re done. I lost my head. We don’t really know each other. I mean, I don’t even know where you were born or how many siblings you have, or anything. We haven’t even gone out.”
Looking at her earnest face, Chas laughed. “I’m from here, one sister, two parents, who you’ve already met, and I have a major hard-on after kissing you.”
“What?” Shock registered on her face.
“Do I shock you, baby? Look, if you want to play respectable and go out for chow before we fuck, I can do that. What’re you doing on Monday night?” Taking her by surprise, he yanked her back against him. “You feel that, honey? Yeah, that’s right, you did that to me. I’m not gonna lie to you. I think you’re a luscious, sexy woman and I’d like to fuck you right now, but I can wait and do things right.”
“I’ve never had anyone talk to me like this.”
“It’s because you’ve been goin’ with citizens, who like to lie and play games. With me, you know what I want right from the start. With other guys, they want the same thing but pretend they don’t. I don’t go in for that shit. You know what I mean?” Looking at her wide eyes, he chuckled and pressed his lips to hers, murmuring, “You fuckin’ do somethin’ to me, precious. Love your lips.” Kissing them softly, he stroked her back. “So, is Monday gonna work?”
“For what?”
“Dinner. You said you want it proper, so I’m obliging.”
“I don’t know.” She pushed back from his embrace.
“You gotta eat and so do I, so let’s do it Monday night.”
“Okay, yeah, sure. Monday is fine. What time?”
“I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock. I gotta go, have to pick Jack up at my parents. I’ll make sure you get inside safely.” He looped his arm around her shoulders, then walked her up to the front door of her apartment building.
“Thanks,” she said as she inserted the key into the lock.
“Never need to thank me. I want to make sure you’re safe. Now, give me a kiss I can hold onto ’til Monday.” Drawing her into him, he gently kissed her mouth.
When she was halfway through the door, she yelled, “What about my pumpkin?”
Chas laughed deeply. “My dad will bring it by tomorrow. Cool?”
“Okay.”
She stood in the doorway, watching him take off. He rode through the semi-deserted streets. At a red light, he tipped his head back, looking up at the harvest moon, the sky illuminated by a blanket of stars. He grinned broadly, wishing it were Monday night. What the fuck? I’m acting like it’s gonna be my first date. The Harley roared through the streets, its loud engine echoing. Shaking his head, he said aloud, “Fuck, it is my first date. How the hell did she get me to ask her out?”
Chapter Nine
As she sat on her balcony, the warmth of the sun covering her, Addie watched the two neighborhood boys across the street raking the fallen leaves. Did I actually make a date with Chas? What the fuck was I thinking? He’s a badass—outlaw club and all. What is it about bad boys that gets me all the time? She knew she should forget about the sexy biker and stick with Matt, the reliable bookworm, but reliable wasn’t exciting—danger was. She groaned.
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